Chapter 11: The Hide-and-Seek Game of Shattered Peace is about to begin. ...
Only women are said to be able to comprehend spiritual power, while those who can cultivate spiritual energy are said to be "naturally suited for men".
Such starkly contrasting extremes can be described as a vicious cross-species event.
Could it be that her speculation was wrong, and that spiritual power and spiritual energy are actually not the same substance? But that familiar feeling, and the seamless integration without any rejection, all indicated to her that spiritual energy and spiritual power did indeed share the same origin.
What caused such a huge difference?
Being in another world, Chu Jue felt bewildered for the first time.
According to Yun Qiandu, their organization has only recruited women from the very beginning. Given the claim that "men are more suited to spiritual cultivation," what led their founders to choose to recruit only women?
Could it be that she also finds this statement, or the "mutation" of spiritual energy, strange?
Chu Jue wanted to get to know this founder who was mentioned by Yun Qiandu.
"What was the name of your first president?"
Yun Qiandu thought for a moment: "I don't know her name either. Actually, I joined the group relatively late. This seems to be our third or fourth reorganization... The more senior members all use code names. I only know that her code name is 'Ling Yu'."
Ling Yu. Chu Jue secretly memorized this name.
"Actually, our organization is very secretive and we don't easily reveal members' names to outsiders. But in my heart, Xiao Chu, you're already one of us, so I talked to you a bit more."
Yun Qiandu winked at Chu Jue, signaling to her, "Look how good our relationship is."
Chu Jue: ...
If I remember correctly, she revealed the names of the only three members of the organization from the very beginning.
Chu Jue expressed doubts regarding Yun Qiandu's claims about privacy.
Therefore, before Yun Qiandu received the call from Ying Yi, Chu Jue successfully used the guise of casual conversation to gather some more information.
"It's already been sent to me? Hehe, thank you for your hard work, Sister Ying is really something. Oh, okay..." During the call, Yun Qiandu's expression gradually became serious, "Damn it, what the hell! A bunch of castrated bastards, I'm going to go and kill them right now."
She turned to Chu Jue and the others and recounted, "Jing Shu really was taken away by several men. Ying Yi said this has been going on for several days. Although we don't know the specifics, she definitely didn't do it willingly."
She stretched her limbs, a hint of worry in her eyes, but the next second she looked ready to unleash her power: "Let's go, friends. The first mission of the missing persons team is to bring Jiang Jingshu back to the organization!"
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Sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, but failed to dispel the chill in the air.
Red lanterns hang high, and auspicious words like Spring Festival couplets adorn the mottled walls. Bright red "double happiness" characters, visible everywhere, flutter irregularly in the breeze, and the names of a newlywed couple are embedded in red hearts on the wall.
There were few guests inside, and the wedding procession was incomplete. The white paper figures, with simple facial features, were all smiling brightly.
Someone is quietly holding a happy event.
The groom looked extremely peaceful, and his deathly pale face made Jiang Jingshu wonder—had he been dead for days?
As a stranger, she didn't care how many days he had been dead. But now, as the bride, Jiang Jingshu did care a little.
After all, she was lying right next to him.
It stinks, your dad.
He was rotting, becoming mutilated. Even though his facial expression would never change again, Jiang Jingshu, lying next to him, always felt that his gaze made it hard for her to breathe.
Jiang Jingshu could only cheer herself up again and again.
It's just a corpse, what's there to be afraid of?
After being brought here, Jiang Jingshu was often in a coma.
Seeing that she was quiet and obedient, as if she was gladly waiting to die, the group of people only did a quick search of her and did not know that she was carrying a razor blade.
Having been given a chance to regain consciousness, Jiang Jingshu was preparing to escape every minute of every day. She knew that she had to deal with this group of people before she could enter the coffin.
How should we deal with just four, five, six, seven, twenty-eight people, or even more—her and her father's situation?
To avoid being stared at with ill intent, Jiang Jingshu pretended to be dead, stiffening up and keeping her eyes tightly closed.
But this doesn't solve any problems.
Jiang Jingshu had been subjected to countless doses of unknown drugs that had eroded her senses. She pinched herself secretly, trying to stay awake.
If only she were a spiritualist... If she were a spiritualist, even if she were under the influence of drugs that would make people lose their minds, she would surely be able to kill all of these people.
The difference between spiritual beings and ordinary people is like heaven and earth. For spiritual beings, the number of ordinary people is not an obstacle at all. But for Jiang Jingshu, who is just an ordinary person, her biggest problem is that she is not a spiritual being.
Moreover, there was indeed a male spiritualist guarding the entrance.
He was there when she was brought here; the men called him the Witness, the Gatekeeper. Jiang Jingshu still remembered the male spirit's arrogant demeanor; it was the "insurance" this group had given themselves.
Trying to fight against multiple opponents is practically impossible.
At this moment, Jiang Jingshu thought with utmost sincerity, "Oh God, how I wish I were a spiritual being."
Why won't the spiritual energy choose me? There are so many people who can cultivate spirituality, why not me?
Is spiritual cultivation really so reliant on talent? Is it truly something that ordinary people can't achieve?
She had secretly studied those things, but she had never experienced the feeling that psionicists described as "spiritual energy being able to integrate into the body."
Jiang Jingshu's thoughts spread like a spider web, then gradually scattered.
In her daze, she recalled the several times she felt unwilling and powerless—that mysterious, secretive, and inexplicable feeling of immersion in "spiritual cultivation"—what exactly was that feeling?
Was she destined to be unable to feel it? No, she refused to accept it.
She desperately needs spiritual power. She needs to possess boundless strength.
Why can't she control the world?
As the aura of death drew closer, Jiang Jingshu simulated the process of drawing a spirit into her body, a process she had imagined countless times before. She didn't know what she was trying to do, or perhaps it was her lingering obsessions that guided her, until everything around her became quiet.
She didn't want to listen to the whispers of those people who were just bored and using her as a topic of conversation.
Jiang Jingshu never believed in "pity" or "fate".
She thought that spiritual energy and I should have been one.
Spiritual energy should naturally exist within a woman's body.
Jiang Jingshu suddenly opened her eyes.
She, she sensed it—
This is... a spirit.
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The navigation abruptly stopped at a certain point, and the direction became increasingly uncertain. Thanks to Fang Zhiyi's intuition, Chu Jue and the others finally managed to find the correct location.
Looking at the red "double happiness" characters everywhere, Yun Qiandu couldn't help but frown: "What a lousy wedding, all bloody."
After they barged in, Yun Qiandu arrived at the corresponding answer: "...a ghost marriage."
Yun Qiandu was displeased and cursed the stench, immediately quickening his pace. But upon smelling a faint, fishy odor, he decided he didn't want to go any further and stopped with Da Huang.
Although Chu Jue had never seen such a scene before, he could guess from the various arrangements that it was some kind of ritual.
As if something were to be sacrificed, these blood-red runes are a deterrent to prevent the sacrificed from returning for revenge.
"Jiang Jingshu!" Jiang Pan'er shouted Jiang Jingshu's name, extremely worried that she was too late, and that Jiang Jingshu might have already been taken control of by those people. And then...and then...
Jiang Pan'er's eyes reddened, and the louder she shouted, the more alarmed she became. Why hadn't she found her yet? Why hadn't she appeared? It must be that her shouts were too soft; Jiang Jing Shu hadn't heard her!
After kicking the door open for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Jiang Pan'er was immediately greeted by a pungent smell of blood, accompanied by some strange whispers.
Everywhere there was the character for "happiness" (喜), and the pairs of "happiness" characters were carved like two little people whose eyes had been gouged out, whose hands and feet were joined together, and who had lost the ability to move independently.
In the dim light, the atmosphere of a haunted house was palpable. Jiang Pan'er paused, but mustered her courage and continued walking inside.
The corpses lay scattered on the ground, each in a different pose, their pupils all strangely dilated. Though no longer breathing, they still retained a degree of the softness of a living person, not stiffened.
If you look closely, these fragments can be put back together.
Chu Jue immediately thought of Sui Sui Ping An.
It looks like it just died recently. Could it be some kind of blood sacrifice?
As they were lost in these chaotic thoughts, the two drew closer and discovered there was another living person in the room. The bright red figure was crouching beside a corpse, clutching something in its hand.
It looks like a razor blade?
The figure moved slowly, yet with its own rhythm. The blade sliced through her hand, leaving deep streaks of blood. The object beneath her grasp wasn't a corpse; Chu Jue could detect a faint breath.
The thing seemed to be weakly calling out "Help!"
The figure chuckled softly as he continued, each scratch reflecting the focus of the blade's owner. When viewed closely together, the carvings resembled characters rather than talismans.
Jiang Pan'er took a closer look and saw that it read "Fresh Corpse Dishes and Brain Fluid Package Promotional Item".
...what is that?
Hearing the noise at the door, the figure who was pricing the meal turned to look at Jiang Pan'er.
Jiang Pan'er and Jiang Jingshu's eyes met.
"Uh." Jiang Jingshu had thought it was prey, but it turned out to be one of her own. She was a little embarrassed. "Wait, I'm not done yet."
Jiang Pan'er: "Huh?"
She looked at the corpses around her, and Jiang Jingshu writing words on the corpses with a razor blade—Jiang Jingshu was still alive, she was not in any danger!
Jiang Pan'er scanned Jiang Jingshu's body. She was wearing a red wedding dress that made movement difficult, and a large piece of the red skirt binding her legs had been torn off by her own hands. There were some splattered bloodstains on the elaborate wedding dress, which blended into the color of the dress and were not very noticeable.
The others followed her in. Yun Qiandu was clearly relieved and exclaimed with great emotion, "Amazing! You took care of them all!"
"Yes." Jiang Jingshu smiled gently. "Now, I can also cultivate spiritual energy."
She didn't stop, but added more force, sliding the blade towards the Adam's apple where the unconscious man cried out for help, cutting off his breath.
"oh?"
Jiang Jingshu didn't care about the dirty bloodstains splattered on her body. She recounted what had just happened, mainly mentioning how, in her desperate situation, she had tried anything, desperately trying to convince herself that she could cultivate spiritual energy—and she actually did feel it! She really could cultivate spiritual energy!
Surrounded by numerous auspicious characters, she genuinely felt a sense of joy: "It's amazing. I never knew that spiritual energy could truly be obtained simply by 'wanting' it..."
How could this be so miraculous? Did the body trigger some kind of self-protection mechanism during the crisis?
"Oh, right." Now was not the right time for casual conversation, so Jiang Jingshu put away the razor blades and stood up.
She patted her clothes, which were covered in dust and blood, but found that she couldn't brush them off at all, so she gave up: "They ran very far apart, and I was playing hide-and-seek with them."
“There are six hiding in this room, and at least twenty more that haven’t been dealt with.” Jiang Jingshu smiled gently. “Even if they get out, I’ll remember their faces.”
Jiang Pan'er was both delighted and furious. She was happy for Jiang Jingshu's counterattack, but disgusted by what those people had done. She knew without a doubt that Jiang Jingshu hadn't been living a normal life these past few days: "Then let's find them and kill them together!"
Anyone who tries to harm Jiang Jingshu deserves to die.
"Oh, right," Jiang Jingshu added to Yun Qiandu, "there was also a male spiritualist. He was at a very high level and was specially hired by these people. I didn't confront him directly."
"He's probably looking for me too, so you guys need to be careful."
Jiang Jingshu knew that Yun Qiandu's spirit level was close to the fourth level, which was rare, but based on her guess, that man was also probably at the fourth level.
Before Yun Qiandu arrived, her chances of winning were not high, but now the scales of victory have clearly tipped in their favor.
And who is this powerful woman who came with them? She looks quite formidable too.
After listening to Chu Jue's brief self-introduction, Jiang Jingshu blinked and nodded slightly to Chu Jue in a friendly manner.
Chu Jue's response was also straightforward: "Whoever catches them is responsible."
She would also try her best to steal monsters in order to accumulate merit.
No one present objected, and Jiang Jingshu used her spiritual energy to spread her voice in the corridor.
"Are you all hidden?"
The voice was soft, just like her usual gentle tone, sounding like the most intimate whisper to the ear.
"I will find you one by one."
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